Abroad: British Literary Traveling between the Wars

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Oxford University Press, 17/06/1982 - 256 páginas
A book about the meaning of travel, about how important the topic has been for writers for two and a half centuries, and about how excellent the literature of travel happened to be in England and America in the 1920s and 30s.

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Índice

Frozen Oranges
3
Nowhere to Go
9
I Hate It Here
15
The Passport Nuisance
24
All These Frontiers
31
From Exploration to Travel to Tourism
37
The Travel Atmosphere
50
Graham Greenes Parallel Journey
65
See It with Someone You Like
117
Norman Douglass Temporary Attachments
119
That Splendid Enclosure
130
The New Heliophily
137
The Places of D H Lawrence
141
Little Pots of Excrement for Sale
164
Evelyn Waughs Moral Entertainments
171
Travel Books as Literary Phenomena
202

One of the Cheapest Ways of Living
71
The Englishness of It All
73
Sancte Roberte Ora pro Nobis
79
LAmour de Voyage
113
The End
215
Sources
229
Index
240
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Página 211 - Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
Página 208 - The Pilgrim's Progress from this World to That which is to come : delivered under the Similitude of a Dream. Wherein is Discovered, The manner of his setting out, His Dangerous Journey, and Safe Arrival at the Desired Country.
Página 56 - Fare forward, travellers ! not escaping from the past Into different lives, or into any future; You are not the same people who left that station Or who will arrive at any terminus, While the narrowing rails slide together behind youj And on the deck of the drumming liner Watching the furrow that widens behind you, You shall not think 'the past is finished' Or 'the future is before us'.
Página 182 - I do not think I shall ever forget the sight of Etna at sunset; the mountain almost invisible in a blur of pastel grey, glowing on the top and then repeating its shape, as though reflected, in a wisp of grey smoke, with the whole horizon behind radiant with pink light, fading gently into a grey pastel sky. Nothing I have ever seen in Art or Nature was quite so revolting.
Página 13 - Night would pass. Polly. Were I sold on Indian Soil, Soon as the burning Day was clos'd, I could mock the sultry Toil When on my Charmer's Breast repos'd.
Página 16 - The car ploughed uphill through the long squalid straggle of Tevershall, the blackened brick dwellings, the black slate roofs, glistening their sharp edges, the mud black with coal-dust, the pavements wet and black. It was as if dismalness had soaked through and through everything. The utter negation of natural beauty, the utter negation of the gladness of life, the utter absence of the instinct for shapely beauty which every bird and beast has, the utter death of the human intuitive faculty was...
Página 152 - Where, then, is the meeting-point: where in mankind is the ecstasy of light and dark together, the supreme transcendence of the afterglow, day hovering in the embrace of the coming night like two angels embracing in the heavens, like Eurydice in the arms of Orpheus, or Persephone embraced by Pluto?
Página 56 - When the train starts, and the passengers are settled To fruit, periodicals and business letters (And those who saw them off have left the platform) Their faces relax from grief into relief, To the sleepy rhythm of a hundred hours.
Página 52 - This music crept by me upon the waters" And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street. O City city, I can sometimes hear Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, The pleasant whining of a mandoline And a clatter and a chatter from within Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls Of Magnus Martyr hold Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.

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